Something broke inside meas I sat on that couchin the darkand you stood in the doorway,light behind youso I couldn’t make out your face

Something broke in meand I’m not sure it’s fixed yetI asked you not to leaveAnd you hesitatedhand on the latchYou stayed, but we were still brokenand words wouldn’t come to fix us

You stayed, until you finally leftand the tension was a wall between usthat kept my arms from wrapping around youand kept your eyes from mineYou left, and the darkness stayed with me on the couchAnd it wasn’t until days laterthat I felt it, sharp and ragged,even though we were fineAnd I was afraid, becausethat broken part inside medidn’t just mend on its own this time